Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.